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Mar 2013
People perfect the act of procreation,

Consensual sensations, such sensual sin,

See any old man can lead an army,

Yet the hardest of hearts is required to win,

So when the the time withers, relentless and real,

And carelessly you toss all your cards on the table,

Only you, yourself, can conquer your demons,

If you are as willing as I know you are able.
Nathan Hicks
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Nathan Hicks  B.C. Canada
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